Robot Knights Novels & Stories

It hardly missed the targets. "Let's hit it all at once and hit it hard,"Koyala told his crew. They tried and tried but it seemed like the robot was only growing stronger. Kralis and Kran got in. "It is learning your moves and using it against you. Go for the back, that is where it is powered from," Yelled Kralis.

He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint. The Titan grabbed Kael by the neck and lifted him up, choking him. Kael kicked helplessly, his boots dangling three feet off the ground. Mia jumped on the Titan’s back, stabbing at its sensors, but the armor was too thick. She was thrown off. The Titan ignored them. It aimed its rotary cannon directly at Alex’s head. "Goodbye, Sterling," the robot whirred. Kian threw himself in front of Alex, spreading his arms to take the bullets.

He took off a panel from one of its legs and revealed a keyboard. "What was the code...?” He murmured while the soldiers recovered and began to use deadlier weapons like grenades, rail guns and some of them called for reinforcements. Andrew typed the password, and the robot kneeled while its chest cavity opened. Inside it, a barrier protected the area of the cockpit. Using one of its hands, it put Andrew on the cockpit before closing again. "Deactivate barrier." The barrier of the EXO disappeared while Andrew began to switch on different parts of the robot. With a rumbling sound, it came to life as a sharp needle pierced Andrew's nape. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them aga

Three of our warriors laid dead on the ground. Two others were fighting of five rogues and plenty more were circling around us. Xena jumped over the warriors and bit the head of one rogue. She bit down on the neck of another one and started pulling until he fell to the ground. James had gone to the other five rogues on our side and the warriors had just joined us. The more we killed, the more showed up. It was a never-ending fight and something was way off. What are these? ’ I have no idea’

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

Humanoids glared with all the wrath of 8699 Resourceful resonant rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to take his body and kill him." Dr. Smith looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the technology-based gun. "Humanoids, who are you," he replied. They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two precious, proud pigeons resting at a very mysterious meeting, which had piano music playing in the background and two determined uncles thinking to the beat. Dr. Smith studied humanoids’ tall arms and tall legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dr. Smith in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't

She needed to know. "Well, a lot of them fell." Roberto mockingly laugh. "Boo-hoo, sorry princess." Nagar approached. The mirth in his laughter died. "So they do?" She felt hope. "What about the others..." she remembered what the crazed soldier rambled about. "...the armored warriors who fought the monsters?" Roberto's eyes widened. "Don't," he abruptly said. "Don't even mention them to me!" Fear returned to his face as if he too had encountered them.

The ground shook violently. Let out a loud painful scream. It sounded like a thousand saws cutting through hard stone. The red dust on the horizon was not a cloud it was a wall of moving metal. Millions of red robots were flying through the air crashing into each other like angry bees. Behind them ten giant machines, the Harvesters emerged from the sand. Their red eyes glowed with heat that made the air move like water.

The rear ramp lowered with a hiss of pressurized air, spilling a cloud of white fog onto the mud. A squad of soldiers poured out, but they weren't like Kazi’s ragtag mercenaries. These men were silent, moving with the synchronized fluidity of a single organism. They wore "Black Knight" tactical gear—full-body polymer plating that was resistant to both kinetic impact and energy surges. They didn't carry traditional rifles; they held high-frequency shock-staves and magnetic net-guns designed for subduing targets without killing them. Behind them, walking with the calm stride of a woman who had never known a day of physical fear, was General Fatima Nyosi.

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'